Yeah, he had a stockpile. Ruined it for everyone. Same with spit bottles. One guy spills one or gets caught with a stash of them, and no more spit bottles for anyone.Speaker to Animals wrote:Piss bottles are kind of a must in tent city, dude. Who wants to get up and walk all the way to the latrine tent across camel spiders and scorpions in the middle of the night?
Just dispose of them in the morning. Don't get caught. They are really opposed to piss bottles for some reason. Instant LOR.
We didn't live in tent city, though. We drove out to the border, coiled the trucks, threw out the wire, and had a new home. We built up from there as more people came in, but at first it was freedom. We took over an abandoned airfield, and slept in the hangars. Taking a piss meant walking outside and pissing in the trench. We could wake up in the morning, and light up a smoke still in our cot.
No females were allowed with us because of the austere conditions, but there was one civilian affairs chick with us. We washed our uniforms in wash tubs and hung them to dry. Her hanging her non-regulation panties out to dry in front of all of us didn't help anything.
Once the t-walls and hesco barriers were in place, the brass all moved in, and shit got gay real fast. Making us stand in formation every chance they could when we were getting rocket attacks daily. Someone ended up taking a shit in the SCO's shower, it was fun.
We managed to get out of there and set up camp out in the swamp. Night time ambushes on the hajis bringing in canoes from Iran full of liquor, drugs, porn, and sometimes weapons. Iraqis would come running to us excited as shit when they saw a boar. We'd go out and kill it, dress it, and grill it, and they liked the spectacle.
Prisoner hand-offs to the IA and seeing them stomp the ever loving dog shit out of rapists and thieves. We'd have to be good boys and not abuse them, but as soon as the IA had them it was buttstocks to the face for everyone, just so they had their attention.
Looking out across the marsh at Iran on the other side, after a day of trying to teach the Iraqis about the concept of a checkpoint and getting no fucking where, and my senior scout saying, "When the Iranians come across here they are gonna roll right over these fuckers."
Memories.